Authors Note- Hey, hey folks out there in reading world! I would first and foremost like to apologize for posting a part of chapter 19 twice. It was near the end when he asks her on a date. That was my bad I accidendently deleted half of that segment and thought I deleted the whole part so I rewrote it all.
Anyways heres chapter 20! enjoy!
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I woke up, and it took me a few seconds to register where and with whom I was. I looked at her sleeping face, and she looked gorgeous beyond words. I pulled the comforter closer around us, the sharp, cold Chicago air was coming in through the slightly opened window. I couldn't wait to see or hear Bryce this morning, but contrary to prior beliefs. Nothing had happened. She wasn't ready, neither was I. We just ended up falling asleep together on the couch, and we headed to the bedroom together to a nice warm bed.
I saw her begin to stir and I kissed her on her forehead. She gave me a smile, and cuddled up closer to me.
"I could have used you before. Who needs a heater?"
I laughed. She had lightened up since last night. I really thought she was going to break down. But she held herself together. She was much stronger than anyone gave her credit for.
I felt her leaning up for a kiss, and I quickly responded. Her lips were always so sweet. She pulled away for a second, getting a better position, and we resumed. I couldn't get enough of her. I doubt I would ever be able to. I felt her hands running up and down my chest, our kiss intensifying. She was slowly working her way on top of me. I paused for a second.
"Are you sure?"
I watched her nod her head and smile. I kissed her again, more passionate then ever.
She had just started to get my shirt up over my head, when we both heard the door creak open.
"God! At least lock your door! My virgin eyes did not need to see this!"
We didn't even bother looking up, because we were guilty. Well technically we weren't, yet. But almost. We both collapsed laughing. She started to get up pulling her robe on. But I still had different plans. I got up following her, locking the door just as she was about to open it. She turned around, giving me a seductive glance, we headed back toward the bed. Nothing was going to stop us now. Maybe except a hurricane or a tornado.
Or Bryce.
"The whole thing with sex is you do it when the children are ASLEEP. It's 8:49 and I really don't feel like hearing you two getting it on. These walls are way two thin."
We both heard him through the door and walls. I gave her a quick kiss, grabbing a pillow we had thrown to the floor. She laid there looking at me, questioning my motives. I gave her a smile. I quietly but quickly opened the door, and threw the pillow at Bryce, hitting him straight in the head.
"Go watch TV."
I started to shut the door.
"Just keep it down!"
I heard Abby yell from the bed.
"Bryce! I'm gonna lock you in a closet!"
Bryce chuckled, and so did I.
"I love you too, Mom!"
I saw her throw her head back. We were both getting a little frustrated. I shut the door and locked it. I got back to her, and started to kiss her again.
"Ya know that closet idea wasn't such a bad one . . . "
It really wasn't. It might shut the kid up long enough for us to finally get rid of all this sexual frustration. It's medically proven it's not healthy to hold it in.
I climb back under the covers, and our kisses continue. I give her one last passionate kiss, and we both decide it's not the right time, Bryce was way too awake. I pull her closer to me, and I play with her hair. She plays with my other hand's fingers, kissing each one by one. After a while, I pull her closer into me, running my hand over her shoulder, down her arm, over her breasts, gently. She doesn't seem to mind. I kiss her one last time and then begin to get out of bed, unwillingly. I put out my hand, and she follows. We walk out of the room, my arm around her, her head leaning on my shoulder.
We walked into the living room, where Bryce was sitting and watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal.
"Man, you two were quiet and quick. Must come in handy workin' in that hospital?"
I felt Abby laugh a little, and she started to yell at Bryce.
"Bryce Lockhart, another word out of your mouth, I'm shipping you off to boarding school . . . In the Himalayas!"
He started to laugh.
"I've always wanted to learn how to snowboard."
The three of us sat down on the couch, Bryce in between.
"If you'd like me to move, I can."
I saw Abby roll her eyes.
"No. I need to get ready for work anyway."
I started to get up, and Abby began to follow me into the kitchen. She pushed me against the door, and gave me another kiss.
"I'll see you tonight . . . "
I nodded my head.
"What about . . . "
She smiled.
"Mr. Sarcasm?"
I nodded my head.
"He's sleeping over at Alex's . . . "
I leaned in for another kiss, but we heard Bryce screaming about someone being at the door. I opened the swing door, letting Abby go first, and I followed her, close behind.
She opened the main door, and a man in a suit stood before us, a pile of papers in hand. He looked at Abby.
"Ms. Lockhart?"
I saw her nod her head.
"Sign here."
She signed the paper, the pen hitting the metal, and echoing through the hallway. He handed her the papers, and we both instantly knew what they were for. I quickly grabbed my cell out of my pocket and dialed county. Susan answered.
"Susan? It's Carter. I've got a family emergency. I'll pull off a double within the week . . . Sorry. Bye."
I quickly hung the phone up, knowing that if I stayed on the line for three seconds longer she would have said no. I walked over to her, and she set the envelope on the table. Bryce was getting changed, so he was probably oblivious to the whole situation. I looked at her, and she seemed ready to cry. We needed to sort through this mess, without Bryce. I grabbed my cell back out of my pocket and searched for Sam's number. I caught her just in time, and she said she would pick Bryce up in about five minutes. Abby and I would sit and talk out this mess. We also needed to get to an attorney's. I had a few connections. I could make a few calls. I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. The only one thing I thought could make things better.
"It'll all be okay . . . "
Anyways heres chapter 20! enjoy!
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I woke up, and it took me a few seconds to register where and with whom I was. I looked at her sleeping face, and she looked gorgeous beyond words. I pulled the comforter closer around us, the sharp, cold Chicago air was coming in through the slightly opened window. I couldn't wait to see or hear Bryce this morning, but contrary to prior beliefs. Nothing had happened. She wasn't ready, neither was I. We just ended up falling asleep together on the couch, and we headed to the bedroom together to a nice warm bed.
I saw her begin to stir and I kissed her on her forehead. She gave me a smile, and cuddled up closer to me.
"I could have used you before. Who needs a heater?"
I laughed. She had lightened up since last night. I really thought she was going to break down. But she held herself together. She was much stronger than anyone gave her credit for.
I felt her leaning up for a kiss, and I quickly responded. Her lips were always so sweet. She pulled away for a second, getting a better position, and we resumed. I couldn't get enough of her. I doubt I would ever be able to. I felt her hands running up and down my chest, our kiss intensifying. She was slowly working her way on top of me. I paused for a second.
"Are you sure?"
I watched her nod her head and smile. I kissed her again, more passionate then ever.
She had just started to get my shirt up over my head, when we both heard the door creak open.
"God! At least lock your door! My virgin eyes did not need to see this!"
We didn't even bother looking up, because we were guilty. Well technically we weren't, yet. But almost. We both collapsed laughing. She started to get up pulling her robe on. But I still had different plans. I got up following her, locking the door just as she was about to open it. She turned around, giving me a seductive glance, we headed back toward the bed. Nothing was going to stop us now. Maybe except a hurricane or a tornado.
Or Bryce.
"The whole thing with sex is you do it when the children are ASLEEP. It's 8:49 and I really don't feel like hearing you two getting it on. These walls are way two thin."
We both heard him through the door and walls. I gave her a quick kiss, grabbing a pillow we had thrown to the floor. She laid there looking at me, questioning my motives. I gave her a smile. I quietly but quickly opened the door, and threw the pillow at Bryce, hitting him straight in the head.
"Go watch TV."
I started to shut the door.
"Just keep it down!"
I heard Abby yell from the bed.
"Bryce! I'm gonna lock you in a closet!"
Bryce chuckled, and so did I.
"I love you too, Mom!"
I saw her throw her head back. We were both getting a little frustrated. I shut the door and locked it. I got back to her, and started to kiss her again.
"Ya know that closet idea wasn't such a bad one . . . "
It really wasn't. It might shut the kid up long enough for us to finally get rid of all this sexual frustration. It's medically proven it's not healthy to hold it in.
I climb back under the covers, and our kisses continue. I give her one last passionate kiss, and we both decide it's not the right time, Bryce was way too awake. I pull her closer to me, and I play with her hair. She plays with my other hand's fingers, kissing each one by one. After a while, I pull her closer into me, running my hand over her shoulder, down her arm, over her breasts, gently. She doesn't seem to mind. I kiss her one last time and then begin to get out of bed, unwillingly. I put out my hand, and she follows. We walk out of the room, my arm around her, her head leaning on my shoulder.
We walked into the living room, where Bryce was sitting and watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal.
"Man, you two were quiet and quick. Must come in handy workin' in that hospital?"
I felt Abby laugh a little, and she started to yell at Bryce.
"Bryce Lockhart, another word out of your mouth, I'm shipping you off to boarding school . . . In the Himalayas!"
He started to laugh.
"I've always wanted to learn how to snowboard."
The three of us sat down on the couch, Bryce in between.
"If you'd like me to move, I can."
I saw Abby roll her eyes.
"No. I need to get ready for work anyway."
I started to get up, and Abby began to follow me into the kitchen. She pushed me against the door, and gave me another kiss.
"I'll see you tonight . . . "
I nodded my head.
"What about . . . "
She smiled.
"Mr. Sarcasm?"
I nodded my head.
"He's sleeping over at Alex's . . . "
I leaned in for another kiss, but we heard Bryce screaming about someone being at the door. I opened the swing door, letting Abby go first, and I followed her, close behind.
She opened the main door, and a man in a suit stood before us, a pile of papers in hand. He looked at Abby.
"Ms. Lockhart?"
I saw her nod her head.
"Sign here."
She signed the paper, the pen hitting the metal, and echoing through the hallway. He handed her the papers, and we both instantly knew what they were for. I quickly grabbed my cell out of my pocket and dialed county. Susan answered.
"Susan? It's Carter. I've got a family emergency. I'll pull off a double within the week . . . Sorry. Bye."
I quickly hung the phone up, knowing that if I stayed on the line for three seconds longer she would have said no. I walked over to her, and she set the envelope on the table. Bryce was getting changed, so he was probably oblivious to the whole situation. I looked at her, and she seemed ready to cry. We needed to sort through this mess, without Bryce. I grabbed my cell back out of my pocket and searched for Sam's number. I caught her just in time, and she said she would pick Bryce up in about five minutes. Abby and I would sit and talk out this mess. We also needed to get to an attorney's. I had a few connections. I could make a few calls. I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. The only one thing I thought could make things better.
"It'll all be okay . . . "